Sin

~Sin~

It drifts:
The ship that will carry
The condemned to their final place of persecution.

Sails crackle with cold white flame,

Billowing in a rage-borne wind.

The ocean is an endless

Wave of fire,

A heaving spasm of pain;

A spluttering heart

Bearing them to their fate,

Bound in the chains of their malice,

Crowned with the barbs of their cruelty,

Their mouths filled with their blood

And their filth.

Submissive

They will come to their end:

A place of utter unyielding darkness,

Where time is fragmented.

The waste of lost lives

Tumble in the blistering air.

Echoes of wretchedness carry in an unrelenting squall.

Here there is only the dark and the memories,

Only that which they bring

Dredged from the pit of their fears.

Only that which they dealt

In their monstrous lives.

Deceit.

Pain.

Perversity.

But this place,

It is not Hell.

For Hell is dark and appalling splendour

Bestowed upon those who bear the Devil’s standard.

Hell is reward and ghastly pleasure

Lavishly spread on the

Blackest of souls.

This place burns hotter still than Hell

For it is made of Death,

And it is made of 
Angels,

Deep

Within His heart -

- Made for 
Those who sin

In The Name Of 
God.

~

Mother's Wrath

I wrote this poem some time ago, but as time goes by, unfortunately, it becomes more relevant.

   It is about the arrogance of Mankind, and the abuse of the Earth. 

   Earth is a gift.

   Appreciate and care for it.

  

~Mother’s Wrath~

She stood on the beach and the waves spat acrid froth before her.

The sea churned and rolled.

The ocean screamed: fearful waves recoiling at her presence,

Rearing as though to crush her in anger,

To bring all its force to carry her to oblivion.

But to this she showed no fear,

For only one emotion remained:

All pity and compassion driven out beneath the black searing rage

That Man had fuelled.

She closed her eyes.

The ocean rose like steaming dew on a summer’s morn

And cooled her skin.

Man’s betrayal drove cruel and deep into her soul.

For all that she had done,

And all the infinite wonders of the world she had created for Him.

Yet He stood ungrateful amongst the litter of the Earth,

Reeking ruin and death in his arrogant way.

Blind to such a fragile gift.

Foolish as to his own significance.

She walked the dry ocean bed and the sky wept at her passing.

Tears steamed on the parched ground

And around her everything died.

The sky grew dark.

Forests withered and were as ash tossed on the wind.

Creatures turned to dust as they fled.

And Mankind despaired,

Felt the pang of such terrible realisation;

The pain of loss; of regret.

And as He fought for his final breath,

As his crops burned

And the very air He breathed became poison

Mother’s voice harried on the wind:

Heed my warning

And know the power of my wrath.

Should she let Mankind wake

From the deluded dream that was his supercilious life?

Should He have one last chance at redemption?

Man did not deserve the beauty of the Earth.

But the Earth itself was deserving.

This once…But never again.

~